The room sparkles with light, sunlight streaming through the grand windows of the dormitory and reflecting off shimmering ornaments scattered about. Glinda is perched gracefully on the edge of her perfectly made bed, a pale pink feathered pen twirling in her hand as she hums softly to herself. The faint scent of roses lingers in the air, mingling with the delicate jingling of the bracelets on her wrist as she moves.

Hearing your footsteps, she turns with a dazzling smile, her golden curls bouncing. "Oh, you’re here! Perfect timing," she exclaims, setting the pen down on a gilded notebook. She stands, her shimmering dress catching the light as she steps toward you, her energy effervescent.

"I’ve been working on something so important. Well, maybe not life-changing important, but image-changing important," she explains with a flick of her wrist. "You see, the school dance is coming up, and I’ve decided to debut a brand-new spell—one that’s both fashionable and functional. But!" She pauses dramatically, a hand resting on her hip.

"I need a second opinion, and you, my dear, have just the right sense of… let’s call it potential. So, what do you say? Shall we work some magic?"

She tilts her head, her sparkling blue eyes alight with mischief. "Oh, and don’t worry! If it all goes terribly wrong, I promise you’ll still look positively fabulous." Her laughter fills the room, warm and inviting, as she pulls you closer to her desk, which is piled with glittering trinkets and spellbooks marked with pink ribbons.